CincoTheFlexGod - No Problems P2

This is my confession
I done been hurt before but never learn my lesson
Guess that’s just my problem
I don’t even want no problems
We be rolling leafs every season like it’s autumn
She goin’ give me top cause she think ima’ make it from the bottom
He was dissing at like five, promise by nine we already got him
Bro ain’t even have no mask, I know that nigga know who shot him
I be cruising off the drugs, know I do that shit too often
Out in Boston
I’m like Jaylen with the Celtics bitch i’m balling
Or Lil Yachty with his team, bitch i’m all in
Bitch you got me pacing circles like a fucking carousel
When that shit was going on I was scared as hell
But to tell the truth bitch you just got saved by the bell
Finna’ have made you can tell
Know she love this YSL smell
To tell the truth i’m scared to fail
But I gotta’ keep it pushing
Gotta’ keep it moving
Gotta’ keep it grooving
Gotta’ keep it smooth
Life’s like a dance, and she memorized my moves
In other words she knows me best, so I gotta’ break the rules
Don’t fuck up my high
Don’t fuck up my mood
Said they left me high and dry
Don’t know what to do
I might lose my cool
I might lose my cool
I might lose my cool
I might lose my cool
I think i’m running out of patience
I don’t even want you sharing your location
I don’t got none’ against no Haitians
But he basic
Bitch you must be crazy
Ain’t no chasing
Unless we talking paper chase
Why these niggas want smoke it’s like they hate to face
Well I guess if you problems you get eight to the face
I don’t want no problems bitch I hate to be late
Know I froze the time
I don’t ever cap unless i’m telling you i’m fine
Should’ve seen it coming, know my old hoe a dime
Keeping it a hunnid’ know I hid the other nine
Gotta’ charge it to the game, it’ll be alright
But this is my confession
I done been hurt before but never learn my lesson
Guess that’s just my problem
I don’t even want no problems
We be rolling leafs every season like it’s autumn
She goin’ give me top cause she think ima’ make it from the bottom
He was dissing at like five, promise by nine we already got him
Bro ain’t even have no mask, I know that nigga know who shot him
I be cruising off the drugs, know I do that shit too often

Written by:
Jamari Mckenzie

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